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She had four white stallions coming Around the bend Four strong angels at her Command to send Four more seasons For all that’s broken to mend I got four good reasons Why I Can’t go back there again She had skin like a statue Milky white and pure Carved by an artist Whose hand is demure Got a mind like a sabre Razor sharp and sure And God how I hate myself for Still wanting her Damn these nights of dreaming Visions soft and sure Now I wake to find There’s nothing left but me and her Nothing more, Than a heart still at war She had four white stallions coming up Around the bend Four strong angels Already sent Four more seasons For all that’s broken to mend I got four good reasons why I Can’t go back there again Yeah, I go four good reasons why I Can’t go back there again And I go four more seasons for all That’s broken to mend Get This Ringtone

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